Chapter 367

Xuanyuan Wuhen watched her quietly, his mind involuntarily drifting back to the day they had reunited. Heaven knows how excited and surprised he had been when he received the message from Old Huo that Qinger had appeared. He had gone to meet her, his heart filled with joy; from the very first moment he saw Jiang Qing, his heart had begun to pound uncontrollably against his ribs. The woman he had searched for bitterly for ten years, the woman he thought he would never see again in this life, was standing right there before him, alive and well. She was as gracefully enchanting as ever. Ten years had not changed her in the slightest; if anything, she had become more beautiful, more ethereal, and possessed an even more captivating allure. For a moment, he had thought he was dreaming—though even if it had been just a dream, it would have been enough to make him wild with joy. He had wanted to rush over, pull her into his arms, and hold her tight, demanding to know where she had been all these years and why she had hidden from him, leaving no trace behind. He had wanted to kiss her fiercely, then punish her intensely, just to tell her how worried he had been.